Self-investment

When the baby heard that Jian Ling looked down upon him, he turned back unwillingly: "You are an adult, why are you so heartless?"

She pouted, raised her head high and looked at Jian Ling, her eyes were dark and very cute, especially her puffy little cheeks, Jian Ling couldn't help laughing, and stretched out her hand to poke her soft face.

"Isn't it bad to be heartless? You can live happily if you are heartless. Do you understand, kid? Do you know that people who think too much at a young age are prone to depression?"

The contempt was obvious in the baby's eyes. He snorted, ignored her, and continued to put together the unfinished puzzle on the coffee table. Jian Lingcai quarreled with her, but he didn't take it to heart. He sat next to her and played with her.

Both of them were very playful, and after a while, they played together again, with their heads together, thinking about where this puzzle piece should be placed, whether that puzzle piece was placed wrongly, and forgot the little bickering just now.

Luo Yimu couldn't participate in the activities of their two children, so he smiled and watched for a while, then sat on the single sofa on the other side, checking the things at work with his mobile phone.

In the living room, only Jian Ling and the baby were discussing in small voices.

In comparison, the kitchen, where bowls and spoons should be colliding, was supposed to be very lively, but at the moment it was quieter than the living room where there were only quiet discussions. There were no occasional conversations, only the sound of washing and chopping vegetables.

Jian Ling focused on two tasks, played puzzles for a while, and turned her eyes to the kitchen in the distance.

Both Xiao Tong and Yu Qinghan are busy in the kitchen, one is peeling lotus root, the other is peeling shrimp, Xiao Tong has no other distractions, focusing on the lotus root in his hand, while Yu Qinghan is peeling shrimp in his hand, but his eyes look at Xiao from time to time. She glanced at Tong, only staying for a second or two each time, but the frequency was extremely high, and sometimes she was stunned, and Xiao Tong looked at her, and she withdrew her gaze as if frightened.

It's actually quite pitiful to love someone so humblely.

To be able to turn a blind eye to a person's humbleness to such an extent, Xiao Tong is probably either too heartless or too desperate.

Jane sighed.

"Uncomfortable?" Luo Yimu put down his phone and asked with a little concern.

"No." Jian Ling shook her head, stood up and stretched, breathed a sigh of relief, walked towards Luo Yimu, squeezed into her single sofa, put her arms around Luo Yimu's waist, and leaned her head against her On the shoulder, "I'm tired from playing, I want to hug you for a while."

The fried meatballs have already started to be cooked in the kitchen, the range hood is turned on at full power, and there is still a little smell wafting into the living room, which makes the baby's gluttons come out, ignoring the puzzle, he ran into the kitchen and stood by the pot Wait for the freshly baked fried meatballs to eat.

Luo Yimu changed his posture to make Jian Ling lean more comfortably.

She noticed that Jian Ling felt a little uneasy.

"If one day you don't love me anymore, will you treat me like that?" Suddenly, Jian Ling pointed to the kitchen.

Luo Yimu glanced in the direction she pointed, and there seemed to be an iceberg between the two people in the kitchen that would never melt.

It turns out that the starting point of the unease is here.

Since when did Jian Ling have such worries about gains and losses.

It seems that in their relationship, Jian Ling worried that she would abandon Luo Yimu because of her bad habits, rather than worrying that Luo Yimu would stop loving her one day, so when she suddenly asked, Luo Yimu really A little confused.

Luo Yimu never thought about the possibility that he would not love Jian Ling.

"Love is a very complicated thing. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case." There was a little resentment in Jian Ling's eyes, as if he had already rehearsed such a scene in his heart.

Luo Yimu smiled and pinched her earlobe, "What's wrong with you today?"

Jian Ling didn't know what was wrong with him, but seeing the love between Xiao Tong and Yu Qinghan, Jian Ling felt that the relationship between himself and Luo Yimu seemed too happy, too happy to be true.

There are tens of thousands of words about love in the world, but none of them have said that love is only happiness and no pain. They all say that love is a poison that makes people happy, and they know that it will be painful, but they still have no hesitation.

Jian Ling looked at Luo Yimu sideways, her love was obviously not painful at all.

"Mumu, I'm a little scared."

"Afraid that I don't love you anymore?"

"En." Jian Ling nodded seriously.

A narrow smile floated in Luo Yimu's eyes, she wanted to appease Jian Ling's uneasiness, but felt that this uneasiness was really cute, which made her truly feel Jian Ling's care.

"Don't be afraid, we are different from them."

"What's the difference?"

Luo Yimu thought for a while and said, "We have a marriage certificate."

"Our relationship is backed by law."

"You are not my lover, but my wife."

"And..." Luo Yimu paused.

"And what?"

Luo Yimu whispered in her ear: "And the stage when I didn't love you has long passed."

It was only then that Jian Ling remembered that when they first met, Luo Yimu hated herself, and made herself a fool of herself in her class.

There is also pain in their love, but Luo Yimu is too gentle, and Jian Ling always forgets to eat but not to fight.

Besides, Jian Ling likes Luo Yimu so much, even if it was the so-called pain when Luo Yimu ignored her in the past, as soon as she saw Luo Yimu, she became extremely happy, even if she didn't like herself. happy.

What is that word called?

Sweet as sweet.

Jane suddenly became enlightened.

The so-called sweetness turns out to be like this. When you fall in love with that person, you can’t help but think about her. As long as you see her and pay attention to her, your heart is like a flower blooming. Even if the other party’s indifference makes you sad, But in the final analysis, there are still many happy times.

It's like Yu Qinghan peeking at Xiao Tong's happiness, like Jian Ling's own happiness nestled in Luo Yimu's arms.

But compared to peeping, of course, it is happier to be held in the arms of your lover.

"Mumu, I like you so much." Jian Ling squinted her eyes and said happily.

When Luo Yimu heard this, his heart floated with joy.

Here Jian Ling and Luo Yimu are warming up. A pot of meatballs in the kitchen has already been deep-fried, and the baby can't wait to pick one up. After blowing on it a few times, he put it in his mouth, and he ate it while breathing, "Oh! It's delicious! It's so delicious!"

After a while, a small bowl of meatballs was eaten, and my mouth was full of oil.

"A week ago I was arguing on the phone to eat the fried little meatballs made by your aunt, and this time I finally ate it, are you satisfied?" Yu Qinghan wiped the baby's mouth and laughed at her: "It's so edible , be careful to eat into a little fat pier."

"My aunt is lying again." The baby giggled, "My mother said that eating junk food will make you fat, and what I eat is fried meatballs made by my aunt, which is healthy food full of love, so I won't become fat. Where's the little chubby!"

The sonorous and clear child's voice made sense at first glance, even Xiao Tong couldn't help but laugh when he heard it, Yu Qinghan looked at Xiao Tong and smiled, feeling like he liked it, and scratched the baby's nose , and kissed her on the face, "The little girl is very eloquent, and she has a set of tricks. I don't know who I learned from."

"Of course I learned it from you, sister!"

"Little girl, watch how I deal with you." Yu Qinghan hugged the baby, licking her itch.

Xiao Tong reminded them: "Don't make trouble in the kitchen, there's a pot of hot oil, what should I do if it's hot later? Yu Qinghan, you're such an old man, why are you still like a baby?"

Maybe it's because the happy atmosphere of the family is so good, Xiao Tong just blurted out the reminder with a little complaint, showing a different intimacy from the past, Yu Qinghan was stunned for a moment, and then his heart became hot, spreading from the bottom of his heart With a dazzling smile, Xiao Tong looked away uncomfortably.

"Did you hear that, my aunt has spoken, don't mess around in the kitchen." Yu Qinghan said with a smile.

"Of course I heard it! I listen to my aunt most!"

Yu Qinghan looked at Xiao Tong, today was actually happier than the combined time of the past few years.

Yu Qinghan also likes to eat Xiao Tong's dishes. The meatballs fried in the first pot were wiped out by her and the baby. When the second pot was fried, Xiao Tong asked Yu Qinghan to wash the bones. After cleaning the pot and blanching the water, Yu Qinghan remembered that there were still a lot of dishes left uncooked.

The second pot of meatballs came out, and the baby greeted Jian Ling and Luo Yimu to come and eat. Jian Ling was already salivating from the smell of croquettes, but she was always embarrassed to disturb the relationship between Xiao Tong and Yu Qinghan , she heard the baby calling her, and hurriedly dragged Luo Yimu over to taste Xiao Tong's craft.

"How is it? The croquettes made by my aunt are delicious, right?"

It's really delicious. When you pick up a small ball with a slight burnt feeling, you can feel its crispness with only chopsticks. When you bite down with your teeth, the rich oil will flow into your mouth with a tempting sound. The aroma, when you chew carefully, you will bite into the lotus root and water chestnut mixed in the stuffing. The fresh taste neutralizes the greasy meat stuffing. After eating one, you can't help but want to have a second one.

"This is too delicious!" Jian Ling's eyes lit up in surprise.

"Yes, yes!" The baby had a proud expression on his face.

Yu Qinghan laughed at her again: "Little girl, it's not you who is praising you, why are you so happy?"

"Hmph!" The baby wrinkled his nose and made a face at her.

Luo Yimu tasted a ball with Jian Ling's chopsticks and said it was delicious. Seeing that there were still a lot of unwashed and uncut vegetables in the kitchen, he rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to help. After Jian Ling put down the chopsticks, he took the baby to wash his hands. The two children are very playful together, and they can have a water fight even after washing their hands, throwing water on each other, making the kitchen floor wet.

"Don't make trouble in the kitchen, what should I do if I slipped and fell in the water?" Xiao Tong taught them a lesson.

One big and one small looked at each other and stuck out their tongues, and obediently joined the camp to help wash the vegetables.

The baby is a little nagging, even if she chooses vegetables, she can’t complain. She and Jian Ling sit on a small bench by the door, asking Jian Ling why coriander is so smelly and people like to eat it, and then asking Jian Ling why there are Beans are long and some are short.

Jian Ling herself is a high school graduate. She was a poor student when she was studying, and she was always at the bottom of the exam. How could she know these things? Several questions in a row stumped her, so she just made up random words.

"People who like to eat coriander are because they have one less taste gene than us, so they can't smell bad. Some beans are long and disabled, so they are very short."

Luo Yimu laughed cheerfully and did not correct her.

Yu Qinghan scooped up the oil that had fried the balls, put them on the table, and scolded while laughing: "Jane ordered you to shut up, don't teach our baby badly."

Even Xiao Tong said to the baby: "Don't listen to her."

Jian Ling muttered, "I don't have any sense of humor."

She took the baby to finish picking a pot of beans, and patted the back of the baby's head, "Go, wash it off for your little sister who has no sense of humor."

The baby trotted, and gave the beans to Yu Qinghan in a nonchalant way, Xiao Tong reminded again: "Don't run in the kitchen, it's dangerous."

"I know, auntie, you've said it three times." The baby took a handful of green beans that Yu Qinghan handed her, and was about to go back to her small bench to continue peeling the beans.

Jian Ling stood up, stretched her muscles and bones, swayed to the back of Luo Yimu who had been silent all this time, and squeezed her waist mischievously, "Mumu, your waist is so soft."

Yu Qinghan next to him looked disgusted, "Be careful, there are children here."

"Tch, I think you can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour."

When people get together, it's also very interesting to quarrel with each other. Jian Ling and Yu Qinghan refuse to give in to each other, chattering, and the topic has gone to nowhere. Jian Ling feels that his throat is a little dry. Just as I was about to drink a glass of water and rest for a while before fighting again, I suddenly heard the baby scream.

"what!"

The four adults turned their heads at the same time, and their faces turned pale at the same time!

The baby accidentally slipped and fell, waving his hands in the air looking for support, and in his haste, he overturned the pot of hot oil that had been frying meatballs earlier!

Seeing that the oil basin is about to fall, it's okay to pour it on a child!In desperation, the four adults all wanted to protect the baby. Jian Ling was the closest, and pushed the baby forward, just into the arms of Xiao Tong who came from the other side. Her arms were too late to retract. A pot of hot oil was poured directly on her arm!

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

The baby was so young that he was frightened into a fool, he only knew to hold Xiao Tong and cry, Xiao Tong hurriedly checked around to see if the baby was injured, and Yu Qinghan hurried to the living room to find the first aid kit that Xiao Tong always had at home.

In early summer, Jian Ling only wore a cardigan, and when the oil was poured down, she felt a burning sensation on her arms in an instant. Ah Ling!

Her cry of pain was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't cry out no matter what.

"Let me see!" Luo Yimu's face lost all color, and he held up Jian Ling's arm in a panic. She wanted to carefully lift off Jian Ling's sleeve to check the injury, but her hand shook so badly that she couldn't even touch it. Don't even dare to touch Jianling.

"Mumu, I'm fine..." Jian Ling suppressed the pain and squeezed out a few words.

Her face was contorted with pain.

"Let me see!" Luo Yimu snapped.

She roared like a mad beast, the redness in her eyeballs spread to the entire eye socket, and the cold sweat on her forehead kept breaking out.

Jian Ling has only seen her look like this once, and that was the time when Jian Ling's wheelchair was violently pushed against the wall by the brat.